If Mira played the saint and agreed, they would undoubtedly use it to manipulate her later.
She turned her gaze to her uncle. "Do you agree with her?"
"Those were Gwen's words. She dragged me over here."
Sebastian, at least, still cared about his dignity.
"Then Gwen should save her breath," Mira replied smoothly. "We don't associate with malicious people."
"Excuse me? Who are you calling malicious?" Gwen snapped.
"Whoever answers to it."
Mira smiled as she said it.
Seeing that a fight was about to break out, Sebastian practically dragged Gwen away, desperate to defuse the situation.
Owen had been speaking with Hank when he turned and caught the tail end of the exchange.
He looked at Mira. "Was it a bit harsh to speak to them like that?"
With so many people watching, they were still her aunt and uncle, after all.
"If I didn't drive them away, was I supposed to let them stand there and disgust me?"
Mira shot Owen a glare, annoyed.
Owen chuckled, his eyes brimming with absolute indulgence. "Fair enough, my lady.
If something like this happens again, don't even bother stepping up. Let me handle it for you, alright?"
Mira couldn't be bothered to argue over his cheesy titles. "Fine, no problem."
"I think I heard somewhere that Sebastian saved your life when you were a kid."
"There's no need to let that hold us back. We'll handle business as usual.
As for that life debt, they are two separate things. I will repay him for it eventually."
Back at her table, Gwen furiously smashed a glass. "Arrogant and utterly classless! Sebastian, this is the niece you've always treated like your own daughter?
If it weren't for you, she would have died as a child! Does she think she'd still be breathing today?"
"Keep your voice down. Are you going to hold that tiny favor over her head forever?"
Sebastian glanced around nervously and scolded her in a low whisper.



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